The bus trundled on through the rain, through a peopleless landscape. Where would their journey end?
And who was driving this bus? Rosemary asked those passengers nearest. Had they seen?
Someone called back from the front, “I caught a glimpse of grey.”
“You mean, a grey uniform? But that’s not the colour of this company.”
“Not uniform. Skin. And he’s a big headed fella.”
Nausea swept through Rosemary. Fear tingled every part of her. They’d been abducted, they all knew that. But by Greys?
Those wretched aliens again.